I set my germaphobic tendencies aside as I had to take off my shoes to enter the toddler play area, and let Lucca go to town. She loved it. She got bulldozed by about 10 four-year-olds, her hands banged on while playing the marimba with the big boys, and her feet stomped on at the bubble pedal station, but she had fun!
The museum experience was a good eye opener/learning lesson for me. Kids are crazy. Parents are crazier.
Dear God, I have three simple requests. Please don't let my toddler be the one throwing the drum at my face while pitching a major fit for no apparent reason. Please don't ever let me be the parent who loses my child BUT DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE THE CHILD WENT MISSING. Seriously, I had to return a 2-year old girl that I found OUTSIDE BY HERSELF to her absent-minded mother. And please don't let me judge horrible mothers, knowing we all have the potential to have challenging days.